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It was the best of times, it was the
worst of times, it was the age of wis-
dom, it was the age of foolishness, it
was the epoch of belief, it was the
epoch of incredulity, it was the season
of light, it was the season of darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the
winter of despair.
"a teacher affects eternity; he
can never tell where his in-
Henry Brooks Adams
Mr. Donald A. Gordon
I hope I shall always possess
firmness and virtue enough to
maintain what I consider the most
enviable of all titles, the character
of an "Honest Man".
Director of Studies
Mr. John M. Buckey
Dean of Students & Permissions Director
Mrs. Florence Griffith
Mrs. Herbert Finbury
Mrs. Jon Kaiser
Miss Priscilla Peterson
David I. Mead, Richard Sheahan
Richard C. Griggs
Miss Sarah Proctor
Mr. Gardener Sutton
Miss Jane Sullivan
Mrs. Frank Diclemente
Mrs. John Sisson
Miss Jean St. Pierre
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Mrs. Malcolm Johnston
Mrs. Timothy Home
Mrs. Bruce Bugbee
Mr. Paul Dyer
Mr. Peter Stapleton
M. Ronald Giguere
Mrs. Christopher Kirkland
Mile. Marie Baratte
Chairman of Modern Languages
Mr. George Krivobok
Mrs. Wayne Frederick
Mrs. Donald Burgy
Mrs. Susan B. Clark
Missing: Mrs. Jon Kaiser
Miss Dorothy Judd
Mrs. Paul DeGavre
Miss Mary Minard
Mrs. Robert Lloyd
Mrs. Oscar Witten
Mr. Stephen Graham
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Mrs. Edward Hosmer
Mr. Stephen Perrin
Miss Carolyn Goodwin
Mrs. Peter Hayne
Mr. James Lynch
Mrs. John Bennett
Mrs. Robert Hoyt
Mrs. Joel Salon
Mrs. James Whyte
Mrs. Hartford Powel
Miss Wendy Snyder
Mrs. Gordon Bensley
Mrs. Stephen Perrin
Mr. Brian Davidson
Mr. Rowland Sturges
Missing: Mrs. Elizabeth Roberts
Miss Priscilla Peterson
Miss Kathleen Ayre & Miss Marion Perkins
Miss Shirley Ritchie
Mrs. J. Kenrick Butler
Mrs. Fred Harrison
Mrs. Angel Rubio
Mrs. Dorothy Quintal
Mrs. James Couch & Mrs.
Assistant Bookstore Manager
Mrs. Edith Johanson
Standing: Mrs. Kathleen Ross-Dilley, Mrs. Stanley
Mumma Seated: Mrs. Gerald Trenbath, Mrs. Glenora
Hall House family
Mr. & Mrs. David Maynard
Mrs. Capen Abbot, Mrs. Olga Tompkins, Mrs.
Lynwood Howard. Missing: Mrs. John S. Curry,
Mrs. Estelle Goggin
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddie and bill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and betty and isabel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
Hey look us over, lend us an ear
It's Abbot Bazaar time come again this year.
We've all been working
It's gonna be great
So mark this date
It's on the tenth of May.
Look out here come the Gay Nineties
Rootbeer and all
We're getting ready
Let's get on the ball.
We're depending on you
To pull us through
So give us all you've got
Good things are busting out all over!
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Sun warm on my back
My heart light as I walk away.
Return is no necessity
Destination no crutch.
Put your life
In the journey.
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Francine Michelle Amore
89 Burnham Road
So glad to extend handfuls of
The Warren Belstone
Anderson's at it again!
Elisabeth Lawson Andrews
46 Lone Tree Farm Road
New Canaan, Connecticut
"I feel there is an angel in me," she'd
say, "whom I am constantly shocking."
Diane Lee Anton
3 Hemlock Drive
One sweet dream, pack up the bags,
Get in the limousine.
Soon we'll be away from here.
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
Gay Gilbert Armsden
Kittery Point, Maine
It knew now where it was going, and it said
to itself, "There is no hurry, we shall get
-A. A. Milne
Amy Carlton Baldwin
807 San Luis Road
life and light be thine forever.
— Robert Browning
c/o Creole Petroleum Corp.
Apdo. 889, Caracas D.F.
In the midst of winter,
I finally learned that there was
in an invincible summer.
H ol lis Elizabeth Bennet
1 7 Linden Lane
The smile that you send out returns to you.
— Indian wisdom
Sarah Burns Bowen
230 Johnson Street
North Andover, Massachusetts
A little sun-burnt from the glare of life.
Deborah Ellen Bernton
4 Oxford Street
Chevy Chase, Maryland
You give but little when you give of your
possessions. It is when you give of yourself
that you truly give.
— Khalil Gibran
Marion Sanford Boynton
32 Long Point Avenue
No one can tell me
Where the wind comes from
Where the wind goes.
-A. A. Milne
Leslie Taft Breed
159 Phillips Avenue
Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the
sun, to have lived in spring, to have loved,
to have thought, to have done?
1000 Sunset Drive
If for just one moment
You could step outside your mind
And float across the ceiling,
don't think the folks would mind.
Cape Porpoise, Maine
What is the night;
Almost at odds with morning, which is
If I can stop one heart from
breaking, I shall not live in
Margaret Rice Cheney
American Consulate General
Bombay 26, India
A Chinese philosopher dreamed he was
a butterfly, and from that moment he was
never quite sure that he was not a butter-
fly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher.
Susan Kay Cleveland
190 East 72nd Street
New York, New York
The positive always defeats the negative,
Courage overcomes fear,
Patience overcomes anger and irritability,
Love overcomes hatred.
— Swami Sarasvati
Janet Ellen Cohen
14 Thresher Road
Tell me a lie and I'll cry for you. Tell me of
sin and I'll laugh.
Deborah Louise Collins
6 Tamys Lane
I wandered lonely as a cloud . . .
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Lisa Elena Contarino
76 Hillside Road
Mortals are equal;
their masks differ.
Anne Townsend Crowley
77 Henlopen Avenue
Rehoboth Beach, Delaware
I do not hunger for a well-stored mind,
I only wish to live my life,
And find my heart in unison with all
Stephanie Helene Dantos
Conway, New Hampshire
One is amazed
By a water-lily bud
With each passing day,
Taking on a richer color
And new dimensions.
— Naoshi Koriyarla
63 Hawks Hill Road
New Canaan, Connecticut
Rest your head inside awhile
envelop peace . . . reflecting forests
of warmth - fields of smiles.
Debra Ann Davison
You are not only good your-
self, but the cause of good in
Lisa Marie Doyle
930 Central Road
Rye Beach, New Hampshire
I'm taking the time for a number of
things that weren't important yesterday.
8 Stonehedge Road
For her own breakfast
She'll protect a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
— Edward Young
Tamara Lynne Elliott
5 Midland Circle
Tomorrow we will run faster,
stretch out our arms farther . .
And one fine morning—
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Alexa Perry Freeman
1286 Willow Lane
I am of the universe
And you know
What it's worth.
51 Buttonwood Lane
You can say I want to be free.
I can say someday I will be.
Anne Marguerite Gares
35 Rutland Court
London S.W., England
En somme, ce qui m'interesse, c'est de
savoir comment on devient un saint.
Karen Maria Giesemann
3ACalle"A" 6-50 Zone 10
Guatemala City, Guatemala, C.A.
I believe for every drop
of rain that falls
a flower grows.
Nancy Tilton Grassi
12 Laurelwood Drive
All the knowledge I possess
everyone else can acquire, but my
heart is all my own.
Abigail Grout Hale
918 Timber Branch Parkway
To stand for the constant presense of process
And always seem the same;
To be steady as a rock
And always trembling.
— Howard Nemerov
P.O. Box 945
San Salvador, El Salvador
Her ways are the ways of pleasantness, and
all her paths are peace.
Proverbs III. 17
Theresa Onnie Hinkle
1267 East 16th Avenue
I can be right,
And I can be wrong.
My whole life is in my song.
I am everyday people.
Sly and The Family Stone
Julia Elizabeth Hogan
5 Porter Road
The larger the island of knowledge, the
longer the shoreline of wonder.
800 Berkeley Road
Come run, jump, skip-along Sam
A very happy man I am.
Elisabeth Marie Huhn
Ashville, New York
I praise loudly, I blame softly.
-Catherine II of Russia
Pamela Verne Huttenberg
Harbour House Towers
Box 306, Apt. 805
Freeport, Grand Bahama
To see what everybody else has seen, and
think what nobody else has thought.
—Dr. Albert Szent-Gyorgy
Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts
Oh wondrous light
Light, light, lighter
You give all your brightness away
And it only makes you brighter.
Incredible String Band
Carla Anne Johnson
48 School Street
The reason why birds can fly and
we can't is simply that they have per-
fect faith, for to have faith is to have
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Sondra Elaine Johnson
P.O. Box 112
Wise, North Carolina
A bird does not sing because
he has an answer, he sings because
he has a song.
Susan Parsons Johnston
174 Turtle Back Road
New Canaan, Connecticut
The door to happiness opens
Sylvia Nelly Joseph
San Salvador, El Salvador
This is a wonderful world and
you can't even waste one day, so
smile, sing and be happy.
Jane Fredrika Jouett
P.O. Box 270
St. Thomas, Virgin Islands
Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of the toaster.
-Simon and Garfunkel
Catherine Virginia Knapp
438 Jerusalem Road
Strong and content,
I travel the open road.
Amadea Elizabeth Kramer
Headlong Hall Farm
I cannot help but sense
and feeling thus
Marsha Leverett Lawton
You must enter into
The small silences between
You must take your time
And touch the very peace
They issue from.
Sandra Westover Lindgrove
21630 Knudsen Drive
Grosse He, Michigan
As she f l?d through sun and shade
The happy winds upon her played.
12 Norholt Drive
New Canaan, Connecticut
If growing up means it would be
Beneath my dignity to climb a tree
I'll never grow up!
Pamela Marie Mallen
6 Buttenwood Drive
Silences make the real conversation be-
tween frields. Not the saying, but the never
needing to say is what counts.
—Margaret Lee Runbeck
8 Stirling Street
I'll let you be in my dream
if you'll let me be in yours.
Maura Ann Markley
256 Tanglewood Drive
North Canton, Ohio
Stir not, whisper not
Trouble not the giver
Of quiet who gives
This calm-flowing river.
Priscilla Dellevie Mendenhall
3123 Sleepy Hollow Road
Falls Church, Virginia
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
Linda Mary Moore
8 Lillian Terrace
had too much to dream last night.
Sandra Ann Murray
Rye, New York
You'll never see the world aright
Till the sea floweth in your veins
And you are clothed by the heavens
And crowned by the stars.
—Incredible String Band
Deborah Jean Naman
13 Marwood Drive
My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals of violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true like ice, like fire.
Adelle Roberta Nicholson
7 Sherburne Road
Give me where to stand, and I will
move the earth.
Cynthia Ann Niziak
121 Hidden Road
I love a broad margin in my life.
Sandra Ethel Perkin
Grosse Point, Michigan
One green day she left her wings
And cut away her childhood strings
But dropping smiles along the trail
She left a trace: I will not fail.
88 Summer Street
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of
others cannot keep it from themselves.
—James Matthew Barrie
Nancy Leona Quick
96 Willard Grant Road
She played as many games as
games there are
Marcia Frost Rickenbacker
5 Glenside Terrace
Upper Montclair, New Jersey
A face I know is beautiful—
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of a long warm river.
Melanie Jane Rosen
387 High Street
Fall River, Massachusetts
The great essentials of happiness
are something to do, something to love
and something to hope for.
Suzanne C. Rowan
209 Salem Street
Hitch your wagon to a star.
Andra Sue Rudolph
3 Hopkins Avenue
Imagination is the begin-
ning of creation. You
imagine what you desire;
you will what you
imagine; and at last you
create what you will.
-George Bernard Sha
Andrea Jenay Russ
c/o Marcona Mining Co.
little did I know
the work I was to do
or the love I had to show
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Antonia Maria May Salam
145 Pickney Street
If you smile at me I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere
does in the same language.
-Crosby, Stills and Nash
1275 Denmark Road
Plainfield, New Jersey
Walk together, talk together
ye peoples of the Earth.
—American Field Service
Anne Kidder Smith
3221 Pine Ridge Road
sun, the earth is turning
it's turning around
and love is the axis.
Gretchen Cole Smith
158 Dale Street
North Andover, Massachusetts
I lit my purest candle close to my win-
dow, hoping it would catch the eye of any
vagabond who passed it by. And I waited in
my fleeting house.
Adrienne Celeste Smelling
2949 Greenleaf Street
The hills and the sea and the earth dance.
The world of man dances in laughter and tears.
Toby Ava Soloman
67 Raynor Street
To live is good.
To live vividly is better.
To live vividly together is best.
Christina Brewer Steele
Upper High Street
Peterboro, New Hampshire
There is no duty we so much underrate
as the duty of being happy.
— Robert Louis Stevenson
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Susan Skillings Stein
I travelled 'round the world to find the sun.
I couldn't stop myself from having fun.
Catherine Cake Stone
246 Hollywood Avenue
Rochester, New York
Were I so tall to reach the pole
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
I must be measured by my soul,
The mind's the standard of the man.
— Isaac Watts
Elise Claire Strauss
Portsmouth, New Hampshire
It is a funny thing about life—
If you refuse to accept anything
but the best, you very often get it.
Lisa Courtnay Sweitzer
2837 Arizona Terrace
Life is far too important ever to talk
seriously about it.
Josephine Jayne Swift
6 Timothy Drive
Sing, sweetness, to the last palpitation of
the evening and the breeze.
St. John Perse
Anne Caldwell Taylor
171 South Dawson Avenue
I had no reason to be over-optimistic,
But somehow when you smiled
I could brave bad weather.
Wendy Ann Underhill
157 Greenfield Hill Road
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that
every human creature is constituted to be
that profound secret and mystery to every
Sandra Ann Urie
21 Manton Road
I sought my soul, but my soul I could not
I sought my God, but my God eluded me.
I sought my brother, and I found all three.
An old verse
Kristin Bea Whyte
3 Hidden Road
Happiness runs in a circular motion.
Florence Durrie Watson
Comegys Bight Farm
Those who love deeply never grow old.
They may die of old age, but they die
Arthur Wing Pinero
749 Park Lane
East Meadow, New York
.... a kind of Coney Island of the mind,
a kind of circus of the soul.
Let It Be
Sue Hosmer's Philosophy Class
Here Comes The Sun
Just Like a Woman
Born To Be Wild
Teddy and the Abbot Security Guard
Something in the Way She Moves
She's a Lady
You Can't Always Get What You Want
Highway 61 Revisited
Catch If You Can
Get Off My Cloud
I'm Looking Through You
Mesdames Griffith, Chittick, Ross-Dilly
Nothing Is Easy
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Rock Around The Clock
Me and My Baby
Sandy and Rhys
Sandy and Rhys
Sandy and Rhys
In My Life
Mendenhall & Markley Enterprises, Ltd.
If I Had Wings
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Miss St. Pierre
Stoned Soul Picnic
Good Morning, Little Schoolgirl
Are You Experienced
The Lucky Ones
Up Against The Wall
"What is there in the birds, the birds, the birds, crying down
on the north wind in September, acres of birds spotting the
air going south?
Is there something finished? And some new beginning on
We came back.
That first day, in September, was a marvelous mad dance of the faces
we had kept with us all summer, along with a tremendous multitude of
new faces. The Circle was filled with people, and the walls of the Senior
Parlor were sparkling white and echoing our voices. We all talked that
week, and very few of us listened. The core of our class was formed then,
and things soon began to move around it.
As October eased upon us the walls in the Parlor began to take on a
brownish tinge, and any attempt to look out the window was hampered by
the grease that settled there. It was indicative, somehow, of what was going
on in our minds; a final layer of something was added on to whatever we had
accumulated thus far. Soon the class polarized; those with iron lungs
remained in the Parlor during the day and ascended to the closet at night. It
was a time of growing, when all of us made cautious sorties into things that
could be said to transcend Abbot. For some strange reason the pressure
mounted: perhaps it was the applications in our mailboxes— a sort of
sweepstakes entry due January 1st. Shoulders slouched against the rain, we
walked the route towards classes which were to stimulate, and yet we came
to understand completely the meaning of "Waiting for Godot".
It was a nocturnal time, when typewriters picked out history papers at
3am and later. If you timed it right, you could arrive in the Parlor just in
time to receive the guard ascending from the kitchen. Nothing is better than
bread and honey and milk to help forget the pains of American colonization.
Thanksgiving came with a most unusual
ceremony that left most of us truly
moved. For some it was the first inward
glance in a long time. We left gratefully,
and came back with tales of the Stones
and Laura Nyro— everyone had a good
The stretch between Thanksgiving and
Christmas was indescribably endless. Last
minute applications hung over us and we were driven to escape by some
relentless force. We spoke little and listened less. The cloud in the Parlor
thickened. Then, finally the term ended, for some it ended with three exams
on one day. There was a sudden burst of candlelight, and the ceilings echoed
with "Hallelujah." The longest haul was done, and we were free.
win ter (win' ter), n. [AS.] 1.
The season of the year, in any
region in which the noonday
sun shines most obliquely; the
coldest season of the year;
hence, cold weather.
Winter began i n-
decisively, with three days
of gradual reassimilation
granted us before we took
the icy plunge.
It was a riotious time:
lasting long into the night,
and we began to talk once
again to friends we had
left behind in the Fall.
Then suddenly, it ended,
and we were left with the
bitter taste of January in
The days were brittle;
brilliant flashes of pale
sunlight that glittered on
the snow. We tried to for-
get the cold, some by run-
ning, some by standing
still. The month passed
quickly, and we watched it
go with great relief.
With February came Spring, a kind of
soft mocking that only emphasized
the waiting we felt. Something was
different, or missing, perhaps the
snow. The awesome self-searching we
had done the winter before cast its
shadow on this winter, and we were
encouraged thinking that that lay be-
hind us. Amid many undercurrents of
flurry came the Prom: for some it was
an ordinary weekend of frustration,
for others it was fun. It was a time,
that month, when closets again be-
came hospitable, where we could for-
get. Within a few weeks there was a
definite cloud over our minds.
March came, holding hands with
November. College acceptances
dribbled in, but most of us were still
left waiting. We had two and a half
weeks before we left, a time when
those of us who had run stood still,
and those who had stood still re-
treated a little. We waited some more,
and looking back, we realized for the
first time how long winter had been.
The weather softened, and the snow
turned into puddles that reflected the
sky and the swelling branches of the
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1st row; Laura Shultz, Anne Hyde, Dori
Street 2nd row; Abby Johnson, Debbie
Huntington, Nancy Mackinnon, Heidi
Kropp, Candy Moulton, Carol Kennedy
3rd row; Ruth Raser, Lucy Pope, Helen
Lacouture, Rod Goldstein 4th row; Sara
Ingram, Judy Fletcher, Bill Rubel.
Missing; Joni Blaxter, Elizabeth Webster,
"Now that you're going to be an individual, be individual."
We're back. New faces . . . Phyllis and Dave . . . Harriet Jones . . . Pete Smith . . . Bill Rubel . . . new
places . . . the Butt Room . . . Hall House . . . Chapin House . . . new privileges . . . smoking all day
(eventually) . . . Boston on Saturdays . . . pants . . . only two days of assembly . . . the "new" Coffee
Laura Mae and her Barnyard friends . . . crunchy walks after lunch . . . CarWashCarWash . . . No-Dozing
for us . . . someone answer the phone! . . . Paul is all again . . . Group W . . . early morning walks . . .
beef fondue . . . Moratorium: armbands, candlelightjeaves ... sign me out for church...
dodidodido . . . truckin' on the line . . . Zepplin . . . Field Day . . . Stoned Soul Picnic . . . steady stream
of traffic flowing through Honor Board . . . some would rather fight than switch . . . Hall's Angels . . .
serenity at Chapin House ... is everybody happy? . . . overalls cover all . . . Peanut Butter Cups . . . the
Emotional Crisis (E.C.) . . . thusly name-taped pacifiers . . . Jorian ... we do kazoos . . . bell-bottomed
blues . . . Mind Over Matter . . . Natural High . . . Hallelujah!
Winter term was like an elastic
stretched to the fullest
then it broke.
Yet they continued
pulling the separate ends.
Again they broke.
Responsibility Day . . . It's a bummer . . .
Kathy — "And she got the urge for
going . . . "Mount Pleasant" . . . It's a
bus! . . . really tense . . . Who's to say
what's normal? Certainly not your
eye . . . can I bum a Marlboro? . . . friend
or . . . Communications Breakdown . . .
E.C No Way . . .
"All those noble thoughts don't belong,
You can't hide the truth with a happy
song . . . Just call on your rainy day
man." . . .
Seated: Kathy Gilman, Elly Bradshaw, Hattie Hawkins,
Debra Kelsey, Martha Cronyn, Jennie Martin. Standing:
Sybil Ridings, Susan Baybutt, Megan Treneer, Emily
Schroeder, Holy Tytell Missing: Linda Hynson, Peggy
Partridge, Tottie Wasilewski
First Floor OrstiDei*
Second Floor Draper
Debra Pope, Abby Johnson, Margo
Stever, Candy Kattar, Brownie
Richards, Linda Hynson, Trinka
Galusha, Sarah Gay, Karen Ho, Susie
Foord, Susan McCouch, Stacey
Milton, Shelby Salmon, Didi Sailing,
Mimi Walker, Cindy Lund, Martha
Caverly, Gayle Ridd. Missing: Linda
Bistany, Sally Browning, Nancy
Phillips, Chris Pollard, Sandy Rollins
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make-up your sports cut in Basketball at 3:25 With-
out Fail! . . . tunafish . . . when is a snow day . . .
Sunday sensitivity . . . high implications . . . "Once
there was a way to get back homeward" . . . Kattar's
noteworthy wall . . . Puerto Rican Power ... is there
a Mac's order? . . . Maria from Groton . . . Butt Room
transformed into obnoxious green of sorts . . . Andy
Ruth 1 1 1 muralizes . . . Prom: high point of term? . . .
what's this-another date? ... big bang for future
Bazaar . . . wombats . . . SATs . . . Rassman and
Kranzler absent at assembly . . . give me five . . . who's
on the list . . . check the stars . . . E.C. . . .
tumors ... "I'm very happy to announce that the
new vice-president . . . "it's been a long cold lonely
winter" . . .
Yes I know that sunrise
It's bound to shine in my backyard
And the wind it will rise up
And blow my blues away."
Luis Crouch, Peggy Haskell, Sue Dampier, Tara Sartorius, Maggie
Smith, Lucy Viele, Bea McConnie, Adison Techapaibul, Ann Wool-
handler. Missing: Lynn Comley, Lillian Coolidge, Candy Kern,
1st row; Anne Spader, Liz Spader, Mary Ann Sullivan, Cindy Johnson, Caroline Chisholm. 2nd row; Claudia Comins, Margaret Couch, Dianne
DeLucia, Karen Pernokas, Amy Rogers, Susan Macartney, Joanne Mosca, Elizabeth Urdang, Pamela Caverly, Mary McCabe, Nancy Cohen,
Selma Hershfield, Sara Ingram. 3rd row; Brett Cook, Martha Rogers, Vicki Harrison, Kim Grecoe, Elizabeth Kent, Jennifer McLean, Laurie
Woodworth, Christina Landry, Joan Liversidge, Barbara Levine, Denise Mallen
1st row; Lucy Gorham,
Debra Roth, Rosalind
Munro. 2nd row: Nina
Dorsey, Mama Park,
Brenda Friend, Pricilla
Woods, Lucy Flint, Nanpy
Pinks, Jane Dewey, Laurie
Camosy, Susan Nast,
Sandy Godfrey. Missing:
Holly Cleveland, Cindy
Olive, Jane MacDonald,
Joyce Johnson, Susan
Stone, Barbara Walker.
Our story started off quietly for most members of the Junior Class. Shortly, however, an individual
from the renowed Abbey House felt the need to distinguish its' reputation. Thus we offer a reward to
any girl who can tell us what really was in that paper bow. (A case for a true sleuth.) . . . The fall days
became only a memory of the beautiful leaves blanketing the campus. The whirlwind of Christmas— and
we were returning from vacation; all looking forward to 'tinter worm' (as our fairy godmother would
say). Abbey House continued to head the list of the ten most wanted houses. After creditable espionage
work by 'unknown' members of the 'staff, the notorious Abbey House ten were finally brought to
justice. They are now members in good standing of the American Cancer Association . . . Shortly
thereafter, Smoky Bear Pinks and mild mannered cronies extinguished an invisable fire in French
House. (Many felt that they should have aimed in the direction of Abbey House.) . . . The atmosphere
was tense; the rumors frequent— the big bust became a reality. No words can express how we felt as a
whole or individually. But we left for spring vacation slightly changed . . . Spring term evaporated in a
storm of events— Moratorium Day, Earth Day, students strikes all gave us an opportunity to show that
apathy has not engulfed us all. Thus, towards the end we finally buckled down ... We thank several
parties for keeping Honor Board active but ask that they concentrate on a different organization next
year . . . Though fewer in number, we are greater in spirit .... Right on '72
1st row: Susan Lilienthal, Gwen
Fowlkes, Kathy Snowden, Alice
Sweeney. 2nd row: Aleta Rey-
nolds, Ellie Mish, Victoria John-
son, Mellisa Baird, Linda Calvin,
Lynn Graham, Sally Bloodgood,
Susan Machie, Abby Shaine,
Nadine Price, Libby Pennink,
Ann Mendenhall, Penelope
Stone, Helen Coxe, Liz Hall,
Sandy Reynolds, Jess Straus,
Karen Nourse. Missing: Jennifer
Bloch, Mary Cummings, Babette
Masse, Karen Awad, Dorothy
Lagemann, Jeannie Russell, Kim
1st row; Lynn Brazer, Ginger
Chapman, Wendy Aird, Jane Cashin
2nd row; Kate Tomlinson, Ha
O'brien, Barbara Willis, Charlotte
Mason 3rd row; Karen Lewis, Mary
Webb, Noreen Markley
The first conquest is to find the rooms where your classes are . . . but how? The only rooms you
know about are the rooms in your dorm or the daystudents room . . . The learning of names of your
classmates . . . and remembering . . . following your old girl around the school and thinking you'll never
make it because the school is just plain too big . . . and she's gabbing about Mr. this or Mrs. that and the
frightening tales of initiation and the P. A. mixer and you keep asking "What's initiation and what's a
P. A.?" . . . And then the famous mixer finally arrives . . . the auctioning off at the Addison Gallery and
wondering who's going to ditch who first . . . and then the morning after . . . "Do you like him?" . . .
"Did he, hmmm, assume you're a junior?" . . . "Did you get a handshake instead of a kiss?" . . . Then
the sign-ups for the remaining dances of the year . . . Upper three classes . . . ONLY . . . The wondering
of how you're going to last through four days of sports a week . . . outside ... as the days grow colder
and colder . . . until Thanksgiving . . . Brrr! . . . and the faces are getting a little more familiar . . .
Rumors of a Two A.M. fire drill and getting your coats and shoes out, thinking you're all prepared— it
doesn't come . . . until that unexpected night . . . The continual breaking of those unheard of rules . . .
Parents weekend . . . showing your parents the "New Abbot" yet you're still wondering what the "Old
Abbot" was like . . . Learning the names of the Will Hall boys and actually finding yourself fighting over
them . . . Sherman House vs. Cutler House vs. Day Students . . . but the faces are getting more
familiar . . . the anticipation of the snow and then it finally comes . . . and comes and comes . . . "Why
don't they call a snow day?" . . . Winter term is such a hum drum drum drum . . . but the faces are
getting all the more familiar . . . The Prom; our envy of those upperclassmen and the closest you can
ever get is serving ... oh well! There are always the tips! . . . The countdown until sprjng vacation ... 3
weeks ... 2 weeks . . . Spring Term! . . . pull yourselves out of the snow drifts . . . Spring fever sets in
and P. A. seems all the more interesting . . . When is our next dance . . . And Graduation ... are we
invited? . . . but as the year draws to a close you realize all you've been through together . . . some
things you laugh about . . . others you just think about . . . and the faces are actually familiar . . .
1st row: Connie Petty, Buzzy
Rollins, Susan Urie, Mardi Hudson
2nd row: Dorinda Davis, Susan
Costa, Molly Prescott, Kathy
D'Abre, Kim Whittemore, Jane
Pugh 3rd row: Betsy Coward, Liz
Robert, Anne Weisman, Leila Percy
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We left with no thought of coming
back, but soon we found ourselves to-
gether again. It was our last Spring,
and yet it seemed merely an extension
of our last winter and our last fall.
We waited, with the distinct
impression that the end of the
waiting would be as nebulous
as the thing we were waiting
Winter melted into Spring with
scarcely a jolt, and the time slipped
quickly towards that hour when we
would leave the things and the people
we had come to know and love.
Take what we can before the land says it's time to go
Each to his own way— I don't mind
Best of luck with what you find
But for your own sake remember times we used to know.
Andover House of Carpets, Inc.
Mr. and Mrs. Broaddus
Mr. and Mrs. W.B. Cleveland
Dr. and Mrs. R.H. Clifton
Mr. and Mrs. Frank I. Cohen
Mr. and Mrs. A.F. Contarino
Mr. John Cox
Mr. and Mrs. G.M. D'Arcy
Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gares
Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Hale
Mr. and Mrs. Alan J. Huttenberg
Mr. and Mrs. George Ingram, Jr.
Mr. and Mrs. M.S. Johnston, Jr.
Mr. and Mrs. John K. Jouett
Mr. Charles L. Kennedy
Mr. and Mrs. Clarence E. Knapp
Mr. Joseph K. Lilly, III
Mr. and Mrs. Roger M. Lindgrove
John S. Mason
Oscar R. Padjen
Frank S. Perkin
Robert A. Street
Mr. and Mrs. Rainey S. Taylor, Jr.
Mr. Alfred Tytell
Mr. and Mrs. R.C. Urie
Mr. and Mrs.
Emptiness is the
Class of '71
Thanks to Franny for the Macs
"The future is a mysteriously wonderful
thing that pulls you away from your
past. But don't forget the little things
that were left behind. "
"the cherry bloom has gone— a temple
in among the trees, is what it has become.
From '73 to '70
Lawrence Eagle Tribune
New England's largest daily
OFFSET newspaper, serving Greater
Lawrence, communities, in Essex
County, Middlesex County and
Southeastern New Hampshire.
Winner of Editor & Publisher
award for outstanding offset
color reproduction in its
Webber Lumber Company
Sheraton Rolling Green
W. R. Hill, Inc.
Best Wishes . . . Russems
The Shoe Tree
Best Wishes to the
Class of 1970
Dr. and Mrs. Sidney W. Rosen
Construction Company, Inc.
2604 Washington Rd. Kenocha, Wisconsin
Home and Abroad
Jouett Insurance Agency, Inc.
P.O. Box 270
St. Thomas, Virgin Islands
Grant Gibbons — for a good attempt
The Running Horse Farm
The Andover Shop
Cole's Nursing Home Inc.
10 Summer Street
Fred and Terry MacDonald
Lantern Brunch Inc.
Olde Andover Village
Andover, Mass. 01810
Coffee Mill Restaurant
. . . Fred and Terry MacDonald
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Philip Keller Foundation
North Andover, Mass.
for Mother and Daughter
The Dame Shop, Inc.
48 Main St. Andover, Mass.
Official School Jewelry
Jewelers/Opticians/Certified Repair Service
46 Main Street
Andover Bookstore, Inc.
K. P. Thompson
The Yankee Lady
School Portraits — Specialty
LOOK Photo Service
93 Main St.
Smart and Flagg
The Insurance Office
for over 100 years
Olde Andover Village
91 main St.
The Andover Gift House
Radio — Television — Stereo
Sales and Service
Complete Line Records
24 Park St. Andover, Mass.
House of Clean
for Young Ladies
Best of luck to the
class of '70
The Day Students
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85 Manchester St.
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